Danny 5

Danny turned 5 years old. It took 3 birthday parties to get him there. Last week was his small party at Gramalie’s. Yesterday he had remarkable Nathan, Robert Butker, Jessica Rowe, and Shawn over. Nicole, of course, was there as guest/sister/babysitter.

I took them on a tour to the river while Kathy gave Sue Rowe a tour and Nancy fed little Brian in the reading/feeding room. We ate blackberries on the way. Inside we played musical chairs to the Beatle’s birthday song. Kathy then set up the table for all the kids to make their own pizzas using small Bobolli (sp?) breads. These were very good, and all the kids enjoyed them except for remarkable Nathan. He put a tiny bit of sauce in the middle with two pepperoni’s. After cooking his pizza, he nibbled the edges off.

On Danny’s actual birthday, Carol, Bob, Eric, Ted, and Grant came over for the family lunch party. Bob cooked hamburgers on my grill while Ted and Grant watched, making smoke signals with the Webber top. We had fun. Hope Danny did.

Gift Highlights:

Nerf bow & arrow set

THE Peter Pan Sword

Paddle Ball – I set the record of 350. Danny was getting pretty good until the rubberband broke too many times

Batman figure on batwing/motorcycle thing

Zip Glider – didn’t work after an hour assembly time

Zip Helicopter – worked so good that Ted & Grant took it outside to compete

My Mother the Mac

[Published in the Atlanta Macintosh User Group newsletter.]

MY MOTHER

THE MAC

Of family, friends

and their Macs

by Jeb Cashin

My mother has been a calligraphist for many years. She is so devoted to the profession that her license plate reads “CALLIG.” I often worry that it calls to mind Caligula more quickly than Calligraphy.

In 1987, Mom bought a Macintosh. This was an extraordinary event in the world of computing. (But typical in the world of Macintosh.) Mom had never touched a computer in her life. Within a few months she was publishing the newsletter for the local calligraphy group, Friends of the Alphabet. Guy Kawasaki could have been no more proud than I.

Of course, it was very controversial. Postscript fonts are the unworthy enemy to the artisans of hand-lettering… in a war fought with mouse pitted against pen, with ink pitted against toner. The Friends of the Alphabet scoffed at the mathematical precision of scalable fonts.

Such precision leaves no room for subtle fluctuations in style or mood.

So the postscript wizards returned fire with kerning, bending, and even random bits of built-in imperfection. Fonts! Fonts! Hundreds of fonts! The hoarders of type rejoiced.

Mom ignored the war, and cranked out one of the finest calligraphic newsletters in the country. You don’t hand-letter a thousand word newsletter with a two-day deadline.

The simple Times or Helvetica text was graced with grand hand-lettered headlines. Articles were often introduced with an elaborate first letter, reminiscent of those that would begin some monk of old’s calligraphied passage of scripture.

In her own way, Mom brought together the powers of wizards and artists.

Epilogue: Within a year of Mom’s Mac purchase, she was elected president of The Friends of the Alphabet.

Epilogue II: In his 2005 commencement speech to Stanford, Steve Jobs, a college drop out, credited a calligraphy class to his inspiration to have beautiful fonts in the Macintosh.

The Rules and Regulations of Visionaries

Frank and I stayed over night at the Nicholas House. We each got to write up an incident report based on guests complaining about each other.

Frank refused to sleep on the pull-out couch when we saw roaches crawling on it. He slept in the truck outside.

Dinner was good. A spicey meatloaf with potatoes. Served by team leader Charlene and her family.

We spent much of the evening discussing some of Frank’s latest inventions. The biggest one is the coke can protector. It’s a plastic cover that comes on the can. You peel it off to insure you have a clean surface to drink from. And we both gave a thorough read of Funk & Wagnal’s Encyclopedia, Letter A, while the other slept.

Made for a good review in the morning of AIDs, Alaska, and Aerosol.

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The whole family (sans Grant in Orlando playing ultimate) gathered at Carol and Bob’s this morning for Eric’s 1st birthday party brunch. Pat and Bob Ettensohn flew down to spend the weekend. I was very tired.

As Eric is getting older, Danny is enjoying playing with him more. Danny does not understand why he will not be able to play with his new baby sibling right away. He was disappointed when Kathy explained that the baby would mostly sleep.

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dc-overhand-1992-02.pngWe had a showing of the house yesterday afternoon. The four of us went to Lucky Shoals park for a picnic lunch. Nicole taught Danny how to navigate under the over-hand bars. Danny was so excited that he came running to tell Kathy and me what he had done. We watched, and had to contain our laughter everytime his grip would loosen, he would look groundward, and fall with a bounce. He tried more than 20 times to go across, until his hands were red and bottom sore. I finally told him that he had done real well making it almost half way and that he should give his hands a rest. He was very proud, and so was his teacher. [See: Naked Doll Rule and Victory.]

Mom had a vision that we would sell the house in 2 months. Kathy had “the dream” last Thursday night. This is the dream that determines (predicts?) the sex of the baby. Baby boy.

I’m not knocking intuition. Sounds like it will get Danny a baby brother and get us out of these shrinking quarters.

Although, a baby girl would be just fine. But it worries me that a baby girl may cancel out Mom’s vision. Don’t really know the rules and regulations of visionaries.

Single Guys

Bob Beres called. He’s expecting his Macintosh LC any day now. He was calling from his room in his Mom and Dad’s house.

How does a 30-year-old doctor explain that he lives with Mom and Dad?

Kathy and I worry about Bob and Ted. At least Ted moved out. Wanted his independence. Now he lives independently with 5 guys and 2 dogs and some girl that answered the phone today.

Exploding Canadian and the Red Knight

ClearlyCanadian_Cherry1-150px.jpgLeft work early to get ready for our 5th anniversary date. Needed a haircut bad. Mom is out of the haircutting business now that she is working full time. Went to Dad’s barbers at Embry Hills. Got a old-fashion $8 haircut with a $2 tip.

Ted asked me if it was infinitely better than Mom’s free haircuts.

Ted watched the kids. Kathy had been craving steak for several days, so we set out looking for some steak dinners.

First, though, as we sat bundled up in the car outside the house, I gave Kathy a few anniversary presents.

I presented her with a bottle of Clearly Canadian. She laughed. Then I pulled out another, and another, up to six different flavors. She thought it was great. I had brought our wedding goblets, so we decided to pour before we left.

As I opened the bottle, Clearly Canadian exploded all over me and the inside of the car. A fine start to our anniversary evening. Kathy enjoyed it.

Dried off, we finally got on our way. Driving up the expressway we realized that neither of us had brought wallets. No bucks. BUT YES! I had stored away a Tillie Card in the glove compartment for just such an occasion. On we went to Penbrooks (sp?) and a nearby tillie machine. BUT NO! Wachovia had purchased First Atlanta and changed the cards. My gray Tillie didn’t work. Had to be blue.

Ted was and the kids were surprised to see Dad come back in a second time.

Our waiter was under experienced and over eager. He had Kathy in stitches dropping and forgetting things. We gave him a great tip for being so entertaining.

We then watched the Fisher King which was very good. Danny was entraced by my description of the Red Knight.

Where’s Ted?

Yesterday we went on a train trip with Mom, Dad, Ted, Bob, Carol, Ted & Eric. It was fun, but I’m not sure it was worth $10 a piece, N&D $10, & E Free ($90.) Note: Make sure your window isn’t fogged before you grab a seat.

Santa came throught the train and gave candy bars to all the kids. So that was worth about $3. Carollers came through the train and sang a couple of songs. That was probably worth $3, too. That leaves $84 to account for. Ted thought it was a neat thing to do. I think all of us going to see Star Trek VI would have been neat.

That night we had our Christmas eve dinner at Carol & Bob’s since they are driving to Cinncinati on Christmas Eve. The highlight of the evening was Ted’s gift to Carol, a pop up book called “Where’s Ted?” Carol read it to the whole family (Denise, Grant’s girlfriend was also there) and cracked everyone up. Ted cracked up the most. Ted had pasted a picture of himself eating a racquetball in the place where the little girl finally finds Ted (her teddy bear.)

Bob filmed everything with his new Sony video camera. So if you want to see all of this, it is available in the Etensohn video library.

Father-Daughter Dance

Nicole and I enjoyed the Girl Scouts father-daughter dance at Embry Hill Church. She wore her first communion dress. I wore a sports coat. Nicole was very concerned that I follow the rules: fathers should wear church clothes. What Nicole doesn’t realize is that the jeans we wear at evening mass are not the typical Sunday morning clothes.

We went to dinner at Ruby Tuesday. Nicole was in the mood for shrimp, so she ordered a sizzling pate of Shrimp Fajitas. I got the steak Fajitas. We both enjoyed our dinners, swapping bites, and not spilling a thing on ourselves. As we walked in and out, people complimented Nicole on how pretty she looked. Nicole just smiled and graciously thanked her fans.

We arrived a tad bit late to the dance which was to last long enough, 7:30 until 10:30. There was a large crowd doing the Hokey Pokey when we arrived. Nicole and I got in on the next dance, a slow Kenny G tune.

We were light on our feet until we loaded up at the refreshment table. As we ate our cookies and brownies, we chatted with Cathy Hooper, Nicole’s troop leader. After a few more dances including Vanilla Ice, Hammer, and “Shout”, we got our pictures taken. There were several door prizes that we did not win and three big rounds of musical chairs.

We stayed right up until the end. Nicole’s feet hurt from dancing so much. Guess her old man wore her out.